Phone Messages for Parker / E-mail

[mparkerceo]

"Parker."

*beeeeeeeep*

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[needsaparrot]

Xander had sent with much waving of hands an e-mail yesterday among the many repetitions of I will not disappear from all available contact and give Willow a heart-attack, nor will I die without sufficient warning filed in quadruplicate with the appropriate authorities -- in fact, there's a good chance he accidentally pasted that bit into Parker's as well -- but he had the feeling that if he didn't actually call, he might have to put "Death by Manolo Blahnik" down on his official quadruplicate forms.

So here he was, doing that. ...Calling, not dying by shoe.

[mparkerceo]

Late at night in Oxford; which means Parker is wide awake and buzzed on caffiene, half-way through her Chinese history paper. Just in time for a distraction, too distracted to check caller ID.

"Parker."

[needsaparrot]

"Did I send you something about filing ahead of time if I plan on dying? It was late. My pasteyfingers were twitchy."

[mparkerceo]

"You very much did, and I'm holding you to it, pasteyfingers of twitchiness or no," Parker said, sitting up straighter and beginning to smile. "Because Oh My Got What the Frak Plague? And this is the second time you did this! And you took the whole Island with you!"

Yeah, over that, she's not.

[needsaparrot]

"I didn't do it!" Xander protested. "I sure as hell hope I didn't do it," he added, a little more seriously.

[mparkerceo]

"You're okay? Bridge is okay? Well, I know you're mostly okay, I talked to Isabel and a couple other people already, but you're getting better?" Parker demanded. "You guys scared me, damnit." She took a breath. "Although I know it wasn't anyone's fault. But we have *got* to work out a signal for Deadly Danger that can supercede the damn phones. And e-mail. And IM."

[needsaparrot]

"I'm okay, Bridge is... thirty-seven." If he still sounds croggled by that, well, yeah.

[mparkerceo]

A pause.

"Okay, is this some bizarre side effect of plague? Or are we thinking spell? Or possibly, evil plot? Or all of the above?"

Lots of caffiene. It makes you alert *and* paranoid.

[needsaparrot]

"Just Fandom wackitude, I think - but not our wackitude. Far as I can tell, a bunch of people who're supposed to be hanging out at a Fandom High reunion in twenty years all got thrown back to now instead."

[mparkerceo]

"Hunh." Which actually made her pause for a second. "So. You and Bridge. Bridge and you. Still a thing? Oh, and who's lost their hair?"

Yeah, she's not thinking of anyone specific. Maybe.

[needsaparrot]

"Hey!" Xander protested. "Who says anybody lost any hair?"

[mparkerceo]

"The march of history? Odds of genetics? Oh, hey, don't tell me Bridge did?! Maybe we can get him some of those transplants." Parker grinned, taking another sip of coffee. "How weird is it that he's older than you? Has he told you any useful future stuff yet?"

[needsaparrot]

"Bridge did not lose any hair!" Xander coughed and didn't mention that how they'd woken up would allow him to testify to that in great detail. "I've only seen him. And, uh. Robin. The frog. Who hasn't changed all that much. Or lost his hair because he never had any."

Xander glanced down at the pictures on the coffee table in front of him, and grinned. "There might be useful future stuff.

[mparkerceo]

"Good to know," Parker said, grinning. "And oooo. Share? Tell? Explain? It's not like Bridge would tell you anything about the stock market, after all."

[needsaparrot]

Xander held his phone over one of the photos, snapping a shot as best he could with something that wasn't exactly designed to be a scanner, then hit the button to send it to Parker's phone.

[mparkerceo]

Parker frowned, then checked the incoming photo, and found herself smiling, big. "Bronwyn...."